The two young men with strong willpower silently climbed the Giant God Peak without saying a word, even though there was a cliff under them, they did not have any idea of retreating.

The air thinned out, from weeks to months, and the cold grew bone-chilling. Several climbers stopped to catch their breath and never moved again.

The cold had united their flesh and blood with the Great Peak. Others, losing their minds due to lack of oxygen and exertion, jumped off the cliff and fell like small rocks.

One by one, the Giant Peak took away those who tried to challenge it, and in the end only Pyras and Atreus remained.

Exhausted and cold, the two friends were blurred and finally made it to the top, but they finally found it... Nothing.

They didn't see the legendary city at the summit, and there were no celestial warriors waiting to greet them, only ice, death, and rocks twisted into an oval shape.

Plars fell, his last strength finally exhausted, and Atrius let out a roar of disappointment. Knowing that Piras had no strength to descend the mountain, Atrius came to him and sat on his knees, watching his friend's life pass by.

At this time the gates of heaven are opened. The air around him shimmered like water, and a door appeared in front of Atris.

A golden glow poured from the other end of the door, warming his face, and through the soft curtain he could glimpse the architecture and grandeur of a city beyond mortal comprehension. A figure stood in front of him, holding out a hand to him, waiting for his response.

Tears of astonishment welled up in Atrice's face. He was reluctant to leave his friend, but he looked down to see that Piras was dead in his arms, a blessed smile on his face.

Atrices stood up, helped his friend close his eyes, and gently placed him on the melting snow. He walked forward, towards his guide, through the veil of reality, into the real city of the gods.

Months passed. At the foot of the mountain, people thought that Atris and Pallas had died like the other climbers.

People mourn for them, but this kind of thing has become so commonplace that even such an outcome has long been expected. Only one person in each generation is able to come down from the peak with divine power.

At this time, another troop of northern barbarians suddenly appeared in the mountains, and almost exactly a year earlier, on that day, they slaughtered the Rakol watchtower and the peers of Atris.

This time they attacked many isolated villages, burned and looted, and then began to lay siege to a Sun Sect ancestral hall on the mountain. The guards of the ancestral hall are outnumbered, but they are all ready to defend the ancestral hall and the treasures and secrets it hides to the death.

As the marauders approached, a strong wind blew down from the mountains and made it difficult for a man to get up, angrily rolling up the snowflakes and whipping the rocks. At the center of the storm, the main peak of the Giant God Peak was fully revealed. The warriors on both sides were struggling and had to hold their hands in front of them to keep out the storm of ice crystals.

At this time, they saw a city looming at the top of the main peak, shining with golden light. The four stars of Panson's constellation shone brightly, then dimmed. At the same time, a dazzling meteor light appeared in the Mirage Sky City, cutting through the sky down the mountain range.

The light roared towards the ancestral hall, and the barbarians trembled and prayed to the gods they believed in. The light smashed into the earth, landing in the open space between the two opponents, and in an instant the sky fell apart.

This is not a fallen meteor, but a samurai cloaked in starlight, and his glittering shield and spear are exactly like those of legend. He landed crouching in the midst of a samurai's battle, landing on one knee and looking up at the group of enemies who had defiled the Giant God Peak.

At this time, the surrounding Rakol people recognized him as Atreus... But not Atridus. The star spirit had been infused into his body, and now he was both a mortal and a god, the physical embodiment of the god. He has become Panson himself.

He stood up, a spark shining from his eyes, and the enemies realized that their lives were short. The battle was over quickly, and no one was Pan Sen's opponent.

Outlander's blood was left strands from Panson's armor and weapons, revealing its original metallic sheen, glittering in the starlight. Panson defeated the enemy, then strode into the still-raging ice storm and vanished.

Atris' family mourned for their son and the funeral was officially held. Although his family had been ready to accept his death after he had climbed the mountain and never returned, his death had now been confirmed.

The Panson Star Spirit has erased his personality, memories, and emotions. Atrius' body became a shell, carrying supernatural star spirits; His mortal soul had followed the ancestors of the Rakor people to the heavenly afterlife.

Atrius is not Panson's first appearance on the Runeterra, he has had other incarnations, and it is likely that there will be more in the future.

These avatars are not invulnerable, they are also limited by the physical limits of human beings, and they can also be killed, but they are very difficult to kill.

Panson's last appearance had caused a great deal of controversy among the elders of the Sun Cult, as his arrival was both a blessing and a curse, and he was often followed by long periods of darkness.

Each member of the Stampa clan was trained to be a disciplined, fierce and warlike warrior when fighting the soldiers of Noxus or Demacia.

They like to fight one against ten. Sampa warriors often trained in empty-handed combat, believing that the best martial artists were to kill their opponents with their bare hands.

Not only that, but they can also become proficient in the use of the remnants of the clan's many weapons. These antique weapons have been passed down from generation to generation among warriors.

Enhanced the mystical character of Runeterra. Ancient heirloom weapons are extremely dangerous, so it's no surprise that they managed to make their way into League of Legends through the hands of Panson.

Panson, a man with a face as tough as a rock, is a tribal role model, and his presence is a symbol of a passion for the art of fighting.

However, the Valorans created a new organization, composed entirely of so-called heroes, to the exclusion of the Stampa tribe, which was a great disgrace for Panson. Therefore.

He arrives in the Alliance with the blessings of his people and the weapons of his ancestors, and he wants to show the world what a true warrior is.

He doesn't care who his opponent is, he doesn't care about the prestige of the heroes of the alliance, he lives only for the glory of battle. As long as Panson is alive, he's eager to defeat his opponent.